Dear Percy,

You decided on UCLA! That's not really a surprise but I'm still happy with your choice. I had to reject all of the schools I got into. What a bummer:(

NYU practically begged me to go. Even offered me a full ride. But I had to decline and tell them about my issues. The head emailed me asking why I hadn't stated so in my applications.

I rolled my eyes so hard at that. Obviously if I knew I would've never applied. The cancer just came so quickly and there wasn't really anything I could do to stop it.

It sucks that I can't go, but other than that I've been feeling pretty good. I'm not as sad anymore. I think it's because they've been giving me more medication but it makes me feel good so, hey, I'm not complaining.

In the book I'm reading, Lola's boyfriend is such a cute little goof. He reminds me of you. Cricket constantly has to be fidgeting with things the way you do when you're nervous. He goes to Berkeley though. But you got accepted so there's another similarity.

Everything reminds me of you honestly. There's a painting on the wall directly in front of my bed of the sun setting. When I first saw it, i thought of a poem about the sun. What a shocker, Annabeth reading poems about the sun. They're just so addicting, I can't explain why but I believe the sun and the moon are the oldest lovers alive and they've stuck with each other since the beginning of time. And yet, they still fall for each other every day. Their romance is so raw and real, it's truly amazing. i think of this goddamn poem every time i see it, it's imprinted in my mind now, I repeat to myself every time I look at that painting.

I know I
Should crumble
For better reasons
But have you seen
That boy, he brings
The sun to its
Knees every
Night

You bring the sun to its knees, just like how you had mine pressed into the carpeted floor. Except I would do things to make you feel a warmth the sun could only wish its rays were capable of doing.

I read so much poetry and I see you written in between every word. My favorite poem though is simple and short, but it has your name all over it.

You've touched me
Without even
Touching me

And this poem has to be the most accurate thing I've ever read. It describes you perfectly. Because you didn't try to kiss me or grope me. You pleased me in a way your fingers or your tongue could never. You satisfied my mind and my heart, and that made me feel a high I'd never managed to reach on my own.

By simply being yourself, you got me hooked and I hadn't even had a taste of you yet. Im glad I had my fill before I left.

Sincerely ,
Annabeth